Something Sacred...

 "Making love with my wife—not making love to my wife but with her... to be allowed inside her body, to feel her opening herself to me, is deeply humbling. It's not just physical—it’s this quiet, intense invitation to experience her trust in and surrender to me as her man.

When she lets me in, I feel like I’m entering a sacred space, one that she has chosen to share with me. In those moments, I feel an almost overwhelming sense of gratitude, knowing that she’s letting herself be seen and felt by me in a way that is so completely unguarded.

Here, she lets me close, lets me penetrate her, and know her in a way that transcends touch, and I am struck by the weight of her surrender, the quiet strength of her trust. In that space, where skin and soul meet, there is no room for anything but reverence.

I think we’re often told that, as men, our role is to take charge, to give pleasure, to be strong, to lead, and to control what’s happening.

But when I am together with my wife like that, when men and women can come together like that, those ideas fade away.

It’s no longer about what I can give or what I think I’m supposed to do; it’s about being fully present, feeling her beneath and around me, letting myself be changed by the closeness.

The urge to control, to perform, falls away, and I am left with something simpler, something more genuine. I move not to conquer or to claim but to feel, to honor the fragile beauty of her letting me in.

There’s a softness in her vulnerability, even if she is wild and passionate, that calls something equally tender out of me.

In those moments, I’m reminded of how fragile and precious trust is and how deeply we have to let down our own walls to connect with someone so intimately.

What humbles me most is knowing that she could say no. She could hold back. And sometimes, the reality that she’s chosen me—that she trusts me enough to let me inside her body—leaves me almost breathless.

In that choice, I find myself caught, held by the gravity of her willingness to let me closer than close.

I want to be careful, respect her, and ensure she feels held in every sense of the word without downplaying or suppressing my own desires.

This isn’t something I take for granted. I know what an honor it is to be invited into her in that way, to experience her warmth, strength, and softness.

Sometimes, there is a moment when I lose all sense of where I end and she begins. Her breath, her heartbeat, the heat of her skin—they blur into my own.

In those seconds, we are no longer two bodies but one shared presence, a rhythm, a pulse that speaks without words. And in that unity, I feel almost small, overcome by the vastness of the intimacy she allows me to touch.

In a way, I feel stripped bare—not because of what I’m showing, but because of what I’m feeling.

Each time we come together like this, I leave feeling changed. There’s an intimacy, an understanding, that goes beyond words.

I feel like we’re sharing a part of ourselves reserved for only the deepest connection, a part of ourselves that goes beyond who we are as individuals. And I feel deeply lucky every time I’m invited back into that space with her.

Whenever I am invited into that space with her, I feel like I’ve brushed against something rare and sacred.

And I am humbled, again and again, to be part of something that reaches beyond flesh, beyond words—into the quiet, tender place where love lives."

- Bas Waijers Baumann and Priska Helena Waijers

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Ps. May this kind of love find us all...